All the time I’m in that taciturn mood I find a place where I feel protected from my own weakness. A spot where I can hide from my misery and feel closer to my dark feelings.
I always thought that knowing the darkest part of myself would dig up my brightest.
There, in that place, I fed my proud and boosted my values, I weaved my convictions and dressed with good intentions. There I found all the forgotten reasons, inside bottles, with no air, so I opened them to breath and give’em a second chance. There I left my fears to wither in silence. None can rise from the ashes without burn first, and sometimes we need to take risks and then burn.
That’s why I don’t mind to come here now and then to observe myself. I talk with my nonsenses while look myself in the mirror. I feel the power of starting over through my bones.
I open myself to life, I laugh and repeat thousand of times that there’s no better life that the one I’ve chosen to live. My life
